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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.