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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.