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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.