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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Section 25,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.