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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.