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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.