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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.