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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.