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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.