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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.