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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.