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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.