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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.