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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.