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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.