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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.