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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.