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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.