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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.