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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
JFA,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.