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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.