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 Laos and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.