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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.