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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.