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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.