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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.