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 India and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.