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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.