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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.