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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Nas,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.