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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.