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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.