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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.