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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.