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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.