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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.