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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.