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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
X-101,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Swans,
Technova,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.