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 Austria and from Accra.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.