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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.