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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.