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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
10cc,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.