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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.