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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.