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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.