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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.