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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.