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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.