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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.