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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.