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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.