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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.