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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.