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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.