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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.