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 Togo 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.