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 Congo 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.