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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.