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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.