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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.