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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.