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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Neu!,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
CMW,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.