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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.