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 Togo and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.