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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
10cc,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.