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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.