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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.