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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.