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 Malawi 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.