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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.