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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.