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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.