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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.