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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Roxette,
X-101,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.