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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Can to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.