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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.