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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.