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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Association,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.