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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.