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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
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.