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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Index,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.