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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.