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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.