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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.