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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.