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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
CMW,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.