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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.