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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Wings,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.