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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.