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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
DNA,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.