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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
ABC,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Brick,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.