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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.