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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.