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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.