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 Norway 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Make Up,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.