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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.