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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.