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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Nico,
Smog,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.