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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.