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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.