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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
X-102,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Wings,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.