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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
MC5,
CMW,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.