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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.