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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.