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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.