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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.