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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.