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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.