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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.