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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Zeros 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Suicide,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.