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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.