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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.