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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Swans,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.