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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.