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 France and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Magma,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.