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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.