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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.