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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.