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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.