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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 PIL to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Brick,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.