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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.