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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.