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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Cluster,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.