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 Uganda 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.