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 Kiribati 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.