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 Cyprus 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.