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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.