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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.