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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
The Move,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.