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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.