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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.