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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.