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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers 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 grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.