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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
the Swans,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.