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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.