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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Franke,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.