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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.