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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.