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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.