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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.