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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.