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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.