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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.