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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Hashim,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.