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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.