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 Honduras 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.