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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.