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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.