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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.