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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Gong,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.