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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.