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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
The Index,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.