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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.