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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.