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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
June Days,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.