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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.