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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.