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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.