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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.