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 Togo 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.