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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Technova,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.