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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Wings,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.