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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.