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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.