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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.