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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
New Order,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.