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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.