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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.