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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Slave,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.