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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.