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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.