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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.