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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Little Man,
Television,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.