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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
the Association,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.