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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Organ,
Sparks,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.