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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.