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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Can,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.