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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.