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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.