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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.