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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Fear,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.