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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.