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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
John Foxx,
The Index,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Associates,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.