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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.