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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.