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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.