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 Romania 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.