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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Faust,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.