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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.