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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.