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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.