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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 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 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.