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 China and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.