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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
JFA,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.