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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.