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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.