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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.