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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
The Names,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.