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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.