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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.