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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
MC5,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.