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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.