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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Niagra 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.