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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.