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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.