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 Iran 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.