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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Crime,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.