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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.