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 France 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.