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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.