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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.