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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.