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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.