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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.