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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.