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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.