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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.