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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.