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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.