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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.