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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Cymande,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.