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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.