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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.