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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
10cc,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.