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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.