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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Television,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.