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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.