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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.