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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.