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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.