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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.