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 Tuvalu 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Unwound,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.