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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.