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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Television,
Sparks,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.