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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Wire,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.