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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Technova,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.