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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.