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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.