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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.