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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Excepter,
World's Most,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.