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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.