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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.