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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.