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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.