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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.