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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.