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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
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.