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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.