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 Switzerland 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.