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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.