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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.