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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.