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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Nas,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.