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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Saints to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Monks,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.