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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Calgary and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.