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 Germany and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
The Index,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.