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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.