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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.