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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Skatalites to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
The Remains,
cv313,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.