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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.