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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.