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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.