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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.