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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visage to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.