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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.