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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.