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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.