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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.