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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.