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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.