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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Saints to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Brick,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.