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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
10cc,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.