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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 and Jamie xx 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.