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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Index,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Section 25,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.