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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.