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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.