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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Pole,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.