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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.