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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.