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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 organ 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.