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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.