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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.