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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.