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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.