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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.