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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.