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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.