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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.