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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.