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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Slits to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Nas,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
The Standells,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.