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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.