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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.