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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
The Litter,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.