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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.