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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.