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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.