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 Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.