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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
June Days,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.