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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.