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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
X-102,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.