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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.