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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
The Index,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.