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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Scientists,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.