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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.