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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.