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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.