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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.