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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Index,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.