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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Symarip,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.