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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Smog,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.