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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.