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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Symarip,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.