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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.