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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
JFA,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.