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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.