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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.