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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.