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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.