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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.