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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Suicide,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.