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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.