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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Country Teasers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.