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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.