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 Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Television,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.