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 Comoros and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.