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 Portugal and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.