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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.