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 Palau and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.