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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.