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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.