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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.