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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.