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 Slovenia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Japan,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.