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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.