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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.