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 China and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.