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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.