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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 LL Cool J 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.