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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.