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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Q and Not U 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.