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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.