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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.