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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
New Order,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.