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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.