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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.