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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.