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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.