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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
the Normal,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.