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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 Taipei and Tehran.
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 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.