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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.