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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.