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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.