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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Slave,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.