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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Deadbeat 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.