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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.