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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Move,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Japan,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.