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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.