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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.