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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 MDC to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.