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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Andrew Hill 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.