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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Technova,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.