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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.