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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.