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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.