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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Wings,
The Cure,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.