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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.