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 Cuba 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.