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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.