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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.