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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.