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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.