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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.