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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.