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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.