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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.