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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Organ,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.