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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.