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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.