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 Brunei 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.