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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.