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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Technova,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.