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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.