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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.