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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.