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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.