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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.