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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.