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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.