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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.