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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.