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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Scientists,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.