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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.