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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.