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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Cameo,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.