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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Rekid,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.