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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.