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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.