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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.