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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Index,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.