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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.