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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.