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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '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 David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.