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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.