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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.