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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Wire to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.