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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.