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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.