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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Organ,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.