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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Brick,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.