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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.