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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.