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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.