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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.