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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.