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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.