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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.