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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.