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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.