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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.