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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.