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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.