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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.