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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.