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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
MC5,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.