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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.