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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.