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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.