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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
AZ,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.