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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.