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 Malta and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Yaz,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.