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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.