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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.