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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.