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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.