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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.