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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.