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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.