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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Crime,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.