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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.