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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 The Remains to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Ten City,
The Index,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.