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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.