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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.