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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.