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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.