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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
The Fall,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.