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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
AZ,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.