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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.