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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 The Index to the funk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.