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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.