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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.