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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Swans,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.