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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Durutti Column 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.