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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.