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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.