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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.