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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.