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 Slovenia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
MC5,
the Germs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.