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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.