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 Poland 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.