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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.