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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.