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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.