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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.