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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.