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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.