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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.