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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Wings,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.