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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.