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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.