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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.