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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.