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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.