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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.