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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.