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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.