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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.