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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.