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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Faraquet to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.