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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.