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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
John Holt,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.