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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.