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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
PIL,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.