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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.