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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Index,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.