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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.