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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.