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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.