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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.