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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.