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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.