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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Zapp,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Can,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.