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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.