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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.