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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.