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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Index,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
UT,
MDC,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.