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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.