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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.