Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Josef K,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.