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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.