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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
The Index,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.