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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Scion,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.