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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.