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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Japan,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.