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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.