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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
a-ha,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.