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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.