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 Hungary and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.