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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.