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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.