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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.