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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.