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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.